SHE'S SO HIGH
high above me, she's so lovely
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It was like hell on earth for Angela. She looekd into the depths of her closet after spending half an hour digging throuhg, realizing she ahd nothing good to wear. The two bathing suits she did own were laying in a pile at her feet. One was a simple red one-piece with white polka dots, but it made her look like a tomato. The way her mirror distorted her figure made her despise it immediately. The other one, a silver two-piece that turned heads in a flattering way to some, but not to Angela, soon joined her red one. The girl sighed and blew a strand of hair from her face. She would never make a decision. In a sign of defeat, Angela shoved her closet door shuyt and stopped down to pick up her red one. At least it wouldn't shame her father's name. And there would be no one at the beach except for her and Emily.

Not wasting any time, Angela dressed in her bathing suit and donned a t-shirt and jeans, slipping on her sandals at her door. She nearly collided with her brothers, who were running aout with wayter guns in the house. Angela sighed and yelled at them as they ran down the hall. "Mom is going to kill you if she catches you with those things in the house!" she shouted this out with no response. They were too busy sliding down the banister out were whizzing out the door. So much for listening to big sis' while mom went shoppping. At least the babysitter would be over soon so Angela could leave.

Ding dong. Angela raced downstairs and answered the door. A girl, Hanna Greene, was waiting on the porch. The girl smiled and ushered the babysitter in, showing her to the living room. Angela told her about keeping the boys out of trouble and to feed them around one o'clock. Hanna agreed to everything and gave Angela her cell phone number just in case. She sighed again, waving as she left the house. She waved goodbye to the boys, but they were too busy shooting water at each other to wave back. Angela skipped down the street happily, glad to be free.

It took the bus about ten minutes to reach the edge of La Push. It took naothe five minutes to walk from the border to the beach, and it was cloudy by the time she reached the sand. Angela watched the clouds settle in with remorse, but was glad it wouldn't be a hot day. She dug out the sun block she threw in her bag and rubbed it over her pale skin. She threw it back in and shyly took off her t-shirt, leaving her jeans on until she reached the shore. Already the boys began to stare. Someone whistled in the background, and it made her ears turn red. Angela walked faster, shoving her shirt into her bag.

Angela wasn't used to boys staring at her, and the bathing suite surely didn't help. The girl turned a shade lighter than her clothes as she walked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. She wasn't Jessica. She didn't flaunt herseklf aroudn boys for attetnion. Luckily it would be just hera nd Emily takign a swim today. She couldn't bear it if any of the boys showed up. The girl slipped off her sandals and crammed thme into her bag. Off on the sand, she could spot someone waiting, sitting on their beach towel.

"Hey Emily! Angela called out when she saw her friend. Glad to be rid of the local boys and their gazes, she ran up to meet her friend. Naturally, Emily looked stunning in her bathing suit. Angela shoved her thumb in the loop of her jeans. She smiled and let her bag fall to the ground beside her as she sank to a sitting position. The sand was soft and cool beneath her. Angela turned to Emily and asked, "How's life these days?" She hadn't seen Emily in a while, and she wanted to know all about the latest in La Push. To Angela, gossip was wrong, but she couldn't help it. Forks was boring.